Nets Of Perdition

No one swings this way
under chalky tangerine skies
where crowded rooms resembled
the white noise of the highway
and its vigilant nostalgia

The equipoise of day and night
creates a velvet sheen upon us -
in different angles and degrees
life and death passionately osculates
hatching demise over and over

In a saturnalia, valiancy
brings you to the hilt of bliss
but when the moon cascades and
when inebriation leaves the soiree
the hollowed chamber reeks of regrets

The nets of perdition
extends its resilient breadth
into our furtive rumination
like how shadows fell
into our brazen nights

You see yourself cringe
with unanticipated bleakness
amidst happy places
reveling in wine asunder
and the chasm is bottomless
from holding your individual darkness

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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